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jonty hurwitz

I cannot possibly understand those artists who place themselves in front of the canvas as if it was a surface to be filled up with colours and shapes, following a taste that is more or less appreciable. They trace out a sign, walk a few steps back, look carefully at what the have just done, bend their head, half close their eyes, then jump forward and start again. They go with this sort of physical training until they have filled up the canvas completely. In this case a surface if endless possibilities is now reduced to a sort of receptacle in which artificial colours and meanings are compressed. Why do they not empty out this receptacle? Why don’t they set this surface free? Why do they not investigate the endless meaning of a total space, of a pure and absolute light?

Piero Manzoni

twin peaks exhibition

' It's the poison that in measures brings illuminating vision
It's the knowing with a wink that we expect in southern women
It's the wolf that knows which root to dig to eat to save itself
It's the octopus that crawled back to the sea. '

"instinct, gut, feeling, feelings"


This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt, plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central, I had control
I lost my head
I need this. I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad

It's crazy what you could've had

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this..

brian kenny